The mate to a key and lips to a secret.

[enigmaestro]

WHO: SKRULLOCK HOLMES, TONY STARK, EDWARD NYGMA, NORMAN OSBORN, DR. JOHN ZOIDBERG and YOU!
WHERE: The Quarantine Room.
WHEN: February 22nd (evening) to February 24th (afternoon).
WARNINGS: None necessarily? Bickering doesn't merit a warning.
SUMMARY: Skrulls in the dungeon. Well, one anyway.
FORMAT: I'll introduce the setting in paragraph, but you choose what format you prefer.


The area for the quarantined is spacious and clean. Although technically under police custody, the room is established in a large auditorium of City Hall. There are five walled 'dividers' that offer the quarantined the semblance of privacy. Never mind that every inch of the room is taped on camera -- cameras that Mitchell Hundred can control with a word. Never mind that there are armed guards on the other wise of each exit. Never mind that the communicators of the quarantined have been disabled from encryption capabilities.

They were allowed a bed. Access to any bathroom was to be monitored. Meals would be provided. They were handcuffed but not leglocked. If any of the number disagreed with their situation, heavier imprisonment was negotiable.

The quarantined were to be questioned by those in authority, or those who were experts on Skrull detection. Or those who thought they were.

ooc || begin a thread with your character name in the heading. anyone can tag into your thread, including other quarantined individuals.

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Edward Nygma

[enigmaestro]

[Edward fiddled with his handcuffs, resisting the urge to unpuzzle them. It would be so easy so very easy. And yet, he reasoned, it would be nevertheless unfortunately incriminating. Nothing quite gets interpreted as treason like insubordination. So he sat on his makeshift metal bed with its crumpled and lumpy mattress and tried to ignore the fact that Norman Osborn, Tony Stark, some Skrull and the Talking Lobster were all with him in this room. The idea alone was suffocation.

His faith in the population he lead was faltering, and quickly.]

[osreborn]

[ Norman narrowed his eyes at Eddie, his own cuffed hands resting in his lap. He could break the cuffs, but he sat there placidly, almost calmly.

When he spoke there was a touch of smugness in his voice. ]

You know, I wouldn't doubt that they voted you in because of your oh-so-vehement instance on my guilt.

[hacktivist]

[Ghost landed outside, observing him through the divider with no words. Still sorting out what he wanted to say.]

This is clearly not what the mayor and yourself had in mind.

[acrossyourpath]

[ Guess who shows up, a lot later in the evening. ]

Well, well.

[amoray]

[and the morning after the big Skrull scuffle - late morning, actually, because for being fakey fake not real bullshit that "spell" of what's-his-face's had laid his ass out - Eridan ambles over to Eddie's section of the quarantine room. he has the latest newspaper under his arm, a book of crosswords, a green ink pen. he doesn't think they'll let Eddie keep the pen (improvised weapon and all that), maybe not even the book or the paper, but it's the thought that counts.]

So, how long you in for?

[he's in good spirits. it's probably the whole homicidal rampage from the night prior and all.]

[dragony]

[It's nearly noon of the twenty-third, when Ruka arrives to visit. She'd wanted to come earlier, but using her powers so excessively the night before... well, it was practically a miracle she hadn't put herself in a coma. The physical strain still wore around her eyes, in the angle of her shoulders, and the beating of her heart -- but there were matters far more important than her health.

Edward Nygma's, for one. (She was hoping he would leave this confinement without his hateful blood staining its walls.)

Her tone, as ever, was steady.]

Mister Nygma.

[liverletdie]

[ after they've first arrived, someone is going to just be obstinate and kind of an ass. As if this is a surprise. ]

You know, I thought of a riddle for you, you want to hear it?

Tony Stark

[liverletdie]

[ Well. He was in prison. For allegedly being a skrull. This, of course, was why he'd preferred to keep things on the down low, but that had gone so well back home, he'd thought he'd try a new tactic. He adjusted the handcuffs, but for the most part, amused himself with puzzling through the data he'd gotten. It sounded more and more like he would need to figure things out on his own, rather than do it with the help of others.

If he was out any time soon, anyway. ]

[gammas]

[ She-Hulk's standing outside with her arms crossed, glowering at him. she doesn't look pleased, but mostly because of the fact that he's in here and she's forced to doubt a friend and teammate. after a moment of just staring at him, she finally speaks up: ]

If you turn out to not be a Skrull and want to sue their pants off, I'll represent you.

[joanie]

[she had come as soon as she'd heard. really, her boss a skrull; not that it mattered anyway. the fact of the matter was that she was hired because she had this wonderful knack to project her incredulousness on everyone and anyone. an argument or so later, she was standing in front of him, an annoyed expression on her face.]

Really, of all the people they'd accuse.

[hacktivist]

[Ghost's seemingly aimless drifting brought him outside Tony's cell, landing silently.]

Hhhh.

[he always thought he'd really like seeing Stark from this side of a jail cell. But in those idle musings, Stark had never been like this. Stark had never sided with him. And the past was just data. Recorded for posterity, reviewed to make sense of the present. This didn't feel good.]

This is not a position you can buy your way out of, Anthony. What will you do?

[bests]

[ carol grabs a folding chair from somewhere and sits on it backwards in front of tony's "cell". she doesn't say anything for a long moment. there's a lot of things she could say, things she could question him about, accusations she could make... but there's one important thing she needs to get out of the way. ]

Tell me there are hard copies of all the data you've been recording while studying the corpse. Or at least an external hard drive somewhere with the information on it.

[trickshot]

_{( Clint will just be leaning against the divide, back turned as he speaks. )}

This had better be someone's idea of a joke.

AFTER JAIME'S POST

[hacktivist]

[Ghost had come to see him again on no particular suspicion. It was part of his routine, and he would deny it if asked, but he half expected if people didn't come back and check, every detainee could be murdered and quietly disposed of by the skrullverment. He was bloodsplattered, and smelling of smoke, death, dirt and unwashedness, but the divider would protect Tony from those ills.]

Mr. Stark. Have you heard the news?

Skrullock aka Sherlock Holmes

[alldeduction]

He did little but glower at everyone, refusing to sit, refusing to lie down. His hands clasped heavily in front of him, he tugged at the chain and grunted.

Failed. Failed. And they didn't even have the decency to kill him.

He pressed his forehead against the divider, growling into it. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

John was always going to be here as soon as he could ;-;

[drpsychosomatic]

John cleared his throat, not quite sure what to say first. He'd had a little time to let it all sink in, true, but he still felt dazed by his inability to tell that Sherlock had been replaced. He'd been utterly convinced.

He had been back home, too.

"It's not your name, is it? Sherlock, I mean."

IM NOT PROSING

[neptunia]

[ Namora approaches him, keeping some distance between them. she pauses, looking over his appearance before turning her gaze away, crossing her arms.

hm. ]

Hello, Sherlock.

[christlike]

[ Michael stands across from him, arms crossed. His lips wrinkled in abject disgust, he gazes for a few moments. Then: ]

You ungodly creature.

[hacktivist]

He had multiple reasons for coming. He wanted to hold Mitch to his word--to ensure there was no grim alliance happening here. He wanted to stay on top of events as best he could, and he wanted to see the Skrull who, he inferred, would probably have no desire to talk to him.

"What should I call you?" Instead of a hello. Metal fingertips on the divider, a boot pressing up against it too, swaying slightly. Never breaking eye--or lense contact.

[acrossyourpath]

[ Felicia narrows her eyes at him when she walks in, dressed in casual civilian-wear. ]

So was it you, then, that made me get that skrull toe?

night of the 23rd

[futurebatwoman]

[ It takes her a while to muster up the energy to come. Having concluded that Midii had the right idea after all, she's spent most of the day locked in her apartment, refusing to check the network or do anything but sleep and work obsessively on her suit and eat the icecream she'd had the presence to gather.

But she does, in the end, around eight at night, and sits down quietly. He won't recognize her, and to all intents and purpose she's a no one on his radar. Still. She clears her throat as if to say something, and then falls silent anyways. ]

WHENEVER

[leaps]

[ sulu doesn't speak immediately, just stands in front of the divider for a few minutes, gathering his thoughts. ]

Hello.

scream why didn't i think of this earlier

[bringerofwar]

Midnighter doesn't hold any illusions about being able to fool the skrull who'd been able to fool everyone into thinking he was Sherlock for however long, certainly not with his dismally fake British accent, but that isn't the goal. He only here, out of costume, because he can't very well wander into a place meant to detain skrulls shortly after being convincingly framed as one by some unknown asshole.

But Ghost says they've made a mistake - a big one - so he shows up frighteningly early on the 24th in the button down he'd worn the night of the meeting and a pair of pressed slacks, with the bright blue contacts in and looking for all the world like James Bond again.

He comes to a stop before the alien, watching him, silently. Trying to see what Ghost had in him.

Norman Osborn

[osreborn]

[ Norman looked annoyed, but not exactly angry. His annoyance was pretty calm, and he sat back in his seat casually and let his disinterest -- possibly his boredom -- be known. His hands clench and unclench in the handcuffs, though. Restlessly. And anyone that looks at him will be regarded with a glare.

He had had a feeling he would get voted in, and it was certainly in part that Nygma and Stark were stuck here too that kept him smug. Although, of course, that also meant sharing a room with them. ]

[curses]

[Her heels clack loudly against the floor as she makes her way through the auditorium the morning after the meeting. Paying no mind to the other quarantined individuals, she stops right in front of his area of the room, a small smirk on her face.]

Good morning, Norman.

Doctor John Zoidberg

[crabulous]

[Zoidberg doesn't mind being here, actually. It's warm here, and he's got armed guards protecting him from being lynched, in addition to receiving free meals and a cozy blanket.

Occasionally he wonders what would happen if he were to simply remove his shell and the cuffs along with it, but that thought always passes quickly. His attention span doesn't go any further than that anyway. For the most part, he is simply content to scuttle about in circles, working on his Ethel Merman impression.]

[neptunia]

[ what even the fuck is this.

Namora passes his area for whatever reason, and doubles back, dead eyeing him. after a moment: ]

What are you singing?